Released: Mar 01st, 1999
Running Time: 135
Director: Robert Black
Company: Extreme Associates
Cast: Cartier, Tiffany Mynx, Lex (I), Brandon Iron, Claudio (I), Holly Landers, T.T. Boy, Jamie Lee, Ian Daniels, Earl Slate, Iroc, Gina Rome, Nina Whett, Luciano (I), Lizzy Borden, Cherry Lee, Chris Canon
Critical Rating: AAA
For Rob Black fans, guys who like the outre more than the erotic, etc.
Admittedly, the notion of a vid hosted by an oversized, talking, turd-squatting insect is an appealing idea for our warped sensibilities. an oversized, talking, turd-squatting insect getting stoned on second-hand bong smoke and buzzing around pussy is even more amusing. However, High Fly -- while outrageous and innovative, in a minor way -- just won't be raising too many dicks. This can be blamed not on the performers but on the Fly's POV camera gag. It's no more than a gimmick, one which wears out its welcome 10 minutes into the tape. Imagine a light consumer videocam mounted on a hand-held pole, soaring to the ceiling... then dive-bombing in for gynecological close-ups in a single, stomach wrenching camera move. Imagine a thousand such moves, and then imagine trying to get (or remain) aroused. Add to the nausea factor the jaundice-yellow light flooding most of the interiors.
As one might imagine, there are a few scenes which are set in appropriately seedy locations, such as a morgue, or a crummy bathroom where Jamie Lee and her iris-like sphincter take a bold shot from Brandon Iron's even bolder cock. Being a Rob Black vid, expect to see her head dunked in the toilet, repeatedly. The director also makes a not-so subtle cameo as three guys wearing Rob Black masks force Nina Whett to perform a round robin b.j.
Bottom line: It just doesn't fly, and that's no shit.